This is a song about "Creaping for"

Lower than my credit score

That you can blame me for

Ima go until my arm's sore

Find what youre looking for"

Better be ready for

So tell me why are we at war

Except for lucifer,

I’ll never use a rubber

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

And trying to start today with arguments

Same clothes for days, same spot for months

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

And call the hospital for him for later.